Russell Crowe is a tosser who trades on the stock exchange. For reasons of sentimentality his uncle leaves him his expensive vineyard, purely by omitting to write a proper will.
Once out in France the trader acts like an arsehole by dismissing the concerns of the man who has spent his life looking after the vines, runs a pretty girl off the road, and meets the foxy Marion Couillard who, yes, is that girl, and causes our 'hero' no end of trouble.
Soon memories start to come back of childhood times in France with Uncle Henry (Albert Finney, who gives this film a touch of class), and the film clumsily veers into romantic comedy.
I applaud both Crowe and director…